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Kat had spent her evening working down at The Split Bean, and when closing time came about ---- all of the employees took to the roof for a camp out and to watch the firework show. It was one hell of a night. But as soon as the sun merely cracked over the horizon, the sorority girl was up and ready to head back to The Murder House knowing damn well the place had to have been a mess and her fellow students had to have had the hangovers of a lifetime. Lucky for them, she was barista. With two coffee dispensers in her grip, the brunette made her way up the porch, kicking away trash as she did so when suddenly a voice stopped her in her tracks.

Glancing over to the source, she smiled tiredly. “You some kind of wizard?” She joked, raising one of the gallon-cartons of coffee. “It’s fresh, hopefully there are some clean mugs in the kitchen.”

The sun was already coming up. The 4th of July was always a massive party no matter where you were. Of course, some people just celebrated it differently. Here, it was the typical drunk student party. There were empty cups all over the front yard of the house, some alongside their holders. Tayen smiled. It was one hell of a party, and the fact that she hadn’t been to sleep yet, was always a good sign.

Kicking the rubbish from the porch, she sat down and rubbed her eyes. Her make up was all smudged down her face, eyes half closed from the tiredness and the not complete soberness, yet. As she heard move someone behind her, Tay let out a sigh.

“If you have to move so loudly, you better have some coffee.”

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Kat watched in astonishment as the man walked away, carrying four drinks from separate orders ---- none of which were his. Little things like this had her losing her faith in humanity. “Did he seriously just...?” She asked to no one in particular, despite The Split Bean being filled with people. Remaking an order or two wasn’t a big deal to her, but on a day like this? It was already busy as it got, and she had an ever-growing list of orders to fill.

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Looking up from the half finished paper swan to Natalie, Kat offered her a small half smile. “Took a while to get down, like... probably years to know how to make them like this,” the brunette let out a soft laugh as she continued folding the little creature without looking. “I learned in like... fourth grade, but I could teach you if you want,” finally, a distraction from the endless bundle of thoughts she was being weighed down with.

Natalie opened the door of the room, dying to find something to do. With no money to actually go out and unable to find anyone exciting to talk to, the blonde was growing desperate. But, upon seeing the brunette mindlessly folding paper into swans. “Holy shit, that’s cool as hell,” Nat said with a wide smile, blue eyes glancing from the paper swans to Kat. “How do you make those? It looks pretty hard.”

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Glancing up to see a somewhat familiar face, Katerina offered her a smile before setting the paper creature down. “Yeah, it’s kind of a mindless activity but the end result should be pretty rad...” she replied, looking down to the small pile she’d made.

Normally, Aurora liked to stay out of the house, but sometimes she just could help herself. So, the girl found herself wandering through the house, looking for someone to talk to, when she noticed a girl in one of the rooms, apparently folding little swans with paper. “Hello,” She greeted with a small smile, pushing open the door a bit more. “Those are very nice… Did you make them?” She gestured to the swans.

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Letting out the briefest hum in response to Bee, Kat finished folding up the last swan before bringing her head up and sending her attention on over to the blonde.  “A little of everything,” she finally replied, reaching down to unfold the spool of clear, plastic string. “I’ve always thought that I’ve been doing a lot with my life, but like... sometimes I see these people, like the same people who come in for coffee every week, and I overhear them and what they’re doing with their lives, and it’s just... so much more?” She was happy for them, she really was ---- but she was beginning to become just a bit jealous of the freedom they had. The people who could dedicate their time to tasks other than school and work. And while she was certainly on her way to a life like that, she couldn’t help but wonder if everything would turn out alright.

A quiet flop of her homework as it hit her mattress, Bee kept herself propped up by her elbows as she watched her friend fold the swans. It was always a sight to behold whenever Kat wrapped herself up in something, got into the heat of an activity. The lanky blonde had been laying there on her stomach for awhile now, simply staring at the brunette. She didn’t want to disturb her friend, throw her off her feng shui — which was why she’d been silent for the duration. But as it seemed it was coming to an end, Bee finally parted her lips. “ What’cha thinkin’ about? ” She asked in a whisper; so involved in her work, it was obvious to Bee that something was on her mind.

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It had taken awhile ---- but she was nearly finished now. A pile of perfectly folded origami swans sat in front of her, along with a some fishing line still wrapped around a spool. She’d been feeling particularly creative, but in dire need of something repetitive so she could think freely while doing it. Katerina needed some time to evaluate her life, her relationships, her job, and degree, and folding the little paper creatures seemed to make that process much, much easier.

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Katerina Finch → moodboard.

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With a sack of dirty aprons hanging over her shoulder, Katerina kneed the door to the laundromat open. She’d volunteered to wash uniforms for the crew down at The Split Bean, and being the absentminded thing she had been lately ---- it dawned on her around midnight that she completely forgot the task. Luckily L.A. was buzzing with life 24/7, meaning the place was open, despite the lack of customers it held at that current hour. Passing the stranger a tired smile, Kat proceeded to single out a washing machine and headed toward it, silently thankful that there weren’t any creeps lingering around... from what she could tell.

Finishing placing the last of her clothes into the washing machine, Stella quickly shut the lid and popped a few quarters into a slot, turning it on. The low rumble of the machine echoed through the walls, the brunette glancing around the empty laundromat. Yes, it was one a.m and she had gone to the place with the hopes of it not being busy. But, it just… felt lonely. With nothing else to distract her, Stella hopped up on the machine next to hers, feet dangling a foot off of the floor, and grabbed a magazine from her bag; Nylon, written in pink block letters on the cover. As she fed through the glossy pages, she hummed to herself. But, at the sound of a bell jingling on the door, the brunette whipped her head up, hoping it could be someone she could talk to.

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...I’m gonna order Chinese.

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--if you keep yanking around, it’s just gonna end up getting tighter.

Oh my god thank you. I don’t even know how it got tied that tight…stupid friendship bracelet wow. 

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I’ve never met a knot I couldn’t untie... just hold still.

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Nah, man. It’s for class. But like -- you know how you’d normally be into something, but as soon as someone like... instructs you to do something or read something, all of your will to do it just washes away and it becomes one hell of a chore?

Let me guess — the word “extraterrestrial” just didn’t come up…?

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Depends. You know much about the history of art within The Roman Empire?

Do you need some help? 

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Mm... nope. I’m not vibing this.

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Kat’s narrowed gaze softened upon seeing the groggy expression of her friend, staring up at her in a daze. “42, huh?” She replied, a light smirk pulling at her features. “What were you dreaming about?”

The smell of coffee drifting into his nostrils was enough to startle the young man to wake, He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but working two jobs was starting to take a toll on his body. “What? 42, the answer is 42,” he mumbled incoherently–taking off his beanie and groggily looking over to Kat.